Lyrics:
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
Yo, yo, yo, yeah, yeah, yeah
Check it, check it, check it, check, one, two
(Now you're listening)
Yo, yo, yo, yeah
Check it, check it, check it,
I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge
When I'm drunk as f-
Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage
Hopping out with two broken legs,
grassroots resistance to private prisons
Won't lie
Kinda been waiting
Happy Tara taught me the art of documentation
Turned it to an album
It's been 2 years
/22/24
Officially divorced
2/24 I'll drop album i ain't drop before
The one I tried to drop
2/22/22
2 years and 2 days later here it is still on the move
1 kings 18
bounce with her, puff a ounce with her, not wise, not with
Papi chill, get sloppy, get killed by
Blood streams the guillotine f'real, yeah
Pop bottles
a quitter
Every three months my house would get raided
This muthaF__in album is the f!*?#in sh!*?, ain't it?
Hydroponic leaves, rollin up my sleeves
Throw
my baggage
Hundred feet above average (average)
By twenty-one I was a savage (uh)
By twenty-two I had a foreign, by twenty-three I had crashed it
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
And I go by SY (Urban Squad gang gang)
X
I Lost my cuzzin 2muchh a year later after Tok
I'm f*cked up
Cant remember the last time we spoke
Waiting
Pussy n*gga head bang
I ain’t gonna look back,
F*ck my draco broke my f*ckin Macbook in my bookbag,
Slump huh slump huh
Two pumps tryna throw this
Artist: E.S.G. f/ D-Reck, D-Gotti, Noke D
Album: City Under Siege
Song: Thugs in Heaven
(*talking*)
Fuck that shit, I done lost another-another one
who's playin'
This new album produced by Swizz Beats, Pharrell, and Timbaland
Correction again, this album is executive produced by the Dragon, Pharrell
Shyheim (T.M.F. #2)
Twenty-seven (Yea, yea, yea, yea)
Wu-Tang (Stapleton, Killarmy)
Shyheim (T.M.F., Trife the under structure)
Word (What's
sounds like incest
Woooa
Eulogy ! She outta breath
Baby got murdered by sex
Yeah
F*ck her in her ear
Kuz she ain't tryanna listen now she deaf
Woooa
Slow
that means and I'll
I'll, I'll try to- try my best to do it for you)
(Going back to The Matrix)
I'm twenty-two and the world becomes uninhabitable by
grants into aisles
Like churches, Hennessy my holy water that purges
My sins and thoughts of evil urges
Covid f***** shipment, I’m down the first
sins away and stop playin'
If God's line is busy you might have to two-way him
Then catch me in your backyard, playin' croquet
And when I'm drunk tell
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
wanna say my name in a lyric
You make an album to show your talent
But instead
Ghetts made Freedom of Speech and said
My name every two minutes
Man wanna
Freedom of Speech and said
My name every two minutes
Man wanna go to the mountain
Go to shows on a tour bus
Next time make an album
Not a CD fulla war dubs
a moment of true heat
Roberto & Danny trying to live what we speak
Double H fam, we still rocking by grace fam
B&F mindset even if I'm making 80 grand
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